Story One: Riding My Brother's Best Friend 1
I had a crush on Aiden for as long as I could remember. It started innocent enough, watching him laugh with Jake in our driveway, but it had grown into something deeper, hotter, something that kept me awake at night imagining his hands on me. Now I wanted more than just to watch from the sidelines. I wanted in. I wanted to ride with them. And to do that, I had to prove I was worthy.
Jake had warned me it would not be easy. Aiden was strict about who joined the crew. No exceptions, not even for his best friend’s sister. So I had spent the last few months practicing on my own bike, learning every trick I could, pushing myself harder than ever. Today was the day I would show Aiden what I could do. He had agreed to meet me at his house to watch me ride and decide if I was ready.
I adjusted the strap of my helmet under my chin and smoothed down the fitted black tank top I had chosen. It hugged my curves just enough to feel confident without being obvious. My jeans were snug, my boots scuffed from real use. I looked the part. I just needed him to see it.
Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again, louder this time. Still nothing. The garage door was open, so his bike must be inside. He was definitely home.
I pushed the door open a little and called out, “Aiden? It’s Danielle. Jake said you’d be expecting me.”
Silence.
I stepped inside, the cool air of the house washing over my skin. The living room was simple and masculine: a big leather couch, a flat-screen TV, and a few motorcycle posters on the walls. His place smelled like leather and something faintly woodsy. My pulse quickened as I moved further in. Maybe he was in the shower or out back.
A low, rough sound from down the hallway caught my attention, it sounded more like a groan.
I stopped dead in my tracks. Shit, what if he was with someone? I really should turn back and come another time but the curiosity spiked across my skin, drawing me further into the house.
The bedroom door was slightly ajar. I told myself I would just peek to make sure he was okay. One quick look and then I would go back to the living room and pretend I had just arrived.
I moved closer and looked through the gap.
Aiden was on his bed, completely naked.
His powerful body was stretched out on the sheets, one hand wrapped tightly around his thick cock, stroking it with slow, firm movements. His head was tilted back, eyes closed, lips parted. And in his other hand, pressed firmly against his nose and mouth, was a piece of black fabric.
My black tank top. The one I had left at Jake’s place last weekend after helping him work on his bike.
I thought it was missing.
I blinked back the lust pooling in my eyes but it didn't stop the heat that rushed down between my legs.
My crush was sniffing on my shirt with his hands fisting his cock.
I stood frozen, ignoring my heart dancing behind my chest as he inhaled deeply from my shirt, his hand moving faster on his cock.
“Fuck… Danielle,” he growled under his breath, so quiet.
The sound sent a ripple through me, my nipple tightened again my shirt poking out. I knew i should've worn a bra.
But that wasn't the problem, at least not my biggest problem, it was the fact my wetness was seeping down my folds to my shorts.
It's one thing to see you crush masturbating, but a whole nother feeling to know he's pleasuring himself while thinking of you.
His strokes grew rougher, his hips lifting slightly off the bed as he chased his release. The muscles in his arms and abs flexed with every movement. He was big, thicker and longer than I had imagined in my late-night fantasies.
Another deep inhale from my shirt and his groan turned into a low, guttural sound. “That’s it… good girl…”
I pressed my thighs together, trying to ease the ache building there. My breathing had gone shallow. I knew I was intruding on something private, something I was never meant to see, but I could not tear my eyes away.
His pace quickened. His hand flew over his cock, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. I watched the head of his cock swell, glistening with precum. His balls drew up tight. He buried his face deeper into my tank top and let out a harsh, broken moan.
“Danielle… fuck, I’m gonna come…”
His body tensed, every muscle standing out in sharp relief as thick ropes of cum shot across his stomach and chest. He kept stroking through it, milking every last drop while he breathed in the scent of my shirt like he could not get enough.
I stood there trembling, my own arousal soaking into my panties. My mind was spinning. He wanted me. Aiden, the leader of the Iron Vipers, the man I had been crushing on for years, was getting off to the thought of me.
The realization made me bold. Or maybe stupid. Before I could talk myself out of it, I pushed the door open a little wider.
The soft creak of the hinges made his eyes snap open.
His gaze locked onto mine instantly. A glint of surprise flashed across his face, quickly replaced by hunger, the same ones in his eyes from earlier. He did not move to cover himself. He just lay there, chest heaving, cum still streaked across his skin, my shirt still clutched in his fist.
“Danielle,” he said, voice rough and low. “You’re here early.”
I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. My cheeks were burning, but I refused to look away. “I came to prove I’m worthy of the crew.”
His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. He sat up slowly, not bothering to hide his still-hard cock or the evidence of what he had just done.
“Is that right?” he murmured, eyes raking over my body like he was seeing me for the first time. “Then maybe we should start your test right now.”
He lifted my tank top to his nose one more time, inhaling deeply while he held my gaze.
“Tell me, Danielle. How bad do you want in?”
